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In the darkness of the night,
The Reaper comes to claim his right.
With his scythe held high and tight,
He harvests souls until daylight.
No mercy does he show,
As he collects both high and low.
His victims must all go,
To a place where few may know.
So when you hear the Reaper's call,
And feel his shadow start to fall,
Prepare yourself for his enthrall,
For death is coming for us all.
